written in '07
infracted interactions; it was in her actions.
displaced with the rations that never met the mouths
minus subtraction, 'cause it's only rhyming with doubt
which is what i've gone without, there's no surplus inside
(it's the way that we hide all our strengths till we die)
or until the rebirth's no longer in sight.
why struggle in sand, if you're not meant for the land?
in a gruesome faerie tale, i read, you fell to the plants.
the uninhabited lands saw the new skin inside you.
in, resides truth. let it's focus design you.
the now defined proof, fell from the forest,
in chorus. we stood there, and let it absorb us.
indeed, it restored us, and let both our feet drop.
sometimes life and time might seem stopped,
when you're being sought, or are seeking after.
her meekness, her laughter..
tell me, what more matters?
the skin, sipped soft, might leave the soul smiling.
thoughts defiling, wondering why it's such a dire thing.
i'm fumbling through interactions, to see infracted reactions.
displaced with the mouths that no longer share their rations.
is it rational, or even right to say...
a faerie's feathers fault her only when her heart's away.